In another room, Sylphia sat alone, her eyes wandering over the room's interior. She was quite anxious about what might have happened to the others, but after a few minutes, no one had yet come to see her. Each of them had been separated and placed in their own private interrogation room. Aldrian had told them to wait for his move, assuring them that they would not need to resort to violence.
She trusted Aldrian, so she waited. After all their time together, she had learned not to underestimate his judgment or assume his thinking was simple. Every time he spoke, it was as if everything was under his control. In her 150 years of life, a relatively short span for a cultivator, she found Aldrian's existence to be an anomaly, something beyond her ability to describe.
